Although Shawn was determined to stop the recent killing spree it was proving to be harder then originally expected. He had eventually crawled out of bed and into the bathroom for a shower but as the spray of water hit him, so did the wave of memories. Minutes later but what felt like an eternity for Shawn, he broke away from the whispers, the cries, the screams and the hands - the hands everywhere; everywhere they shouldn't be. When he escaped from the memories it was to find himself sat on the floor of the shower, his body rubbed red with soap and his old friend - the razor blade clutched in his hand – luckily he had not resorted to his old habits with his old friend.
After that he had been too shaken to eat breakfast; not even his beloved pineapples could tempt him.
It's ridiculous he thought, after everything that happened he had managed to put it mostly behind him and now it was all rushing back to him.
His psychiatrist had always told him that if he could admit the truth of what happened, if he could tell those he loved the truth, then only then would he be able to start putting his past behind him. That in Shawn's mind was ridiculous, he knew the truth he really did, but the idea of telling someone else – well it would just been impossible, his father would be so disappointed, Gus would be disgusted and Carlton – well it would prove what the detective always thought; he was worthless, a sham, a broken little toy with no use in this world.
Pushing his thought to the back of his head (a place they often lurked) he started to make his way to the station. As he walked he turned on his mobile and was surprised to find 2 missed calls from his dad. Upon listening to them he quickly decided to visit his dad – he wasn't procrastinating his visit to the police department, not at all.
Henry Spencer was having a bad day, he had called his son twice on his mobile and twice at the office yet he still had no reply. Henry's plan had been to get Shawn to buy him a new lawn mower (after Shawn had broken his old one – Shawn mumbled about a pineapple and he had dared no ask how it was broken.) then to make Shawn mow the lawn – his son was a softie and some labour wouldn't hurt him, although he doubted Shawn would do any physical labour.
These plans were quickly resurrected when the door opened (without even knocking) and Shawn stood there. After quickly looking up he noticed that Shawn looked slightly pale and had large bags under his eyes. Maybe he would leave the lawn mowing till next time; he would have to find another way to test his son.
"You alright Shawn?" he asked trying to refrain from sounding overly worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine it's just this case I'm working on……"
After quickly summarising the investigation so far, Shawn sat back looking almost as tired as he felt.
"Well son the simple truth is you can't solve this case – not yet anyway, you need more evidence. This isn't your every day murderer, it's a serial killer – he's smart but you have to be smarter, follow every lead and only then will you be able to solve this case and mow my lawn!" His rant was soon interrupted.
"Great advice and all but what's this about your lawn?"
Before Henry had the chance to reply Shawn had already raced out the door.
Minutes later as the heavy pounding of foot against asphalt reverberated through his ears Shawn stopped. His dad was right – he needed to follow every lead including the most important one himself.
Sorry this chapter took so long, i did the first half a couple of days ago but i didn't want to post such a small chapter! My mock exams are oVer for now so yay, although it means i will be getting results soon (i'm pretty sure i failed most things). Anyway i should be posting more frequently and if i don't then just pester me till i do!
